Thursday, October 26, 2017

Greetings Laff Lovers,

Back in the old days of hard copy porn, you know...the kind we used to buy from the shelf behind the counter at the liquor store, one magazine had to last you for weeks at a time. And as everyone who has ever looked at porn knows, it is not effective for that long.

It is for this exact reason that guys would slowly build a porn box full of old material. This way, a tape or a magazine that you hadn't looked at for a few months or a year could be recycled.

But because of this our tastes in porn remained relatively simple. Most models looked like Barbies. You had the solo layouts, solo layouts with a dildo, guy/girl layouts, guy/guy/girl layouts, guy/girl/girl layouts, and girl/girl layouts. Mostly, the only thing that changed was the scenery.

Now, thanks to the Internet, porn comes in a dazzling variety. Almost anything you can imagine you can find in a two minute search online.

You might think this is a blessing, but really it's sort of a curse. Too much variety leads to desensitization and eventually to dissatisfaction. You have to get weirder and wilder and your attention starts to become fragmented.

For example, just last night I was looking at teenage Asian transexuals, but I'm bored with that already. Tonight I'm thinking about researching middle-aged women who don't shave their armpits.

Where is it going to end?

Bizarrely,

TZ

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